nothing compares to this sinking feeling
gravity pushes down on the hole in my chest
and slides right down to my stomach
and sits there
like a virtue spoiled
like a dream deferred
it hurts.
but i've built it up and kept these walls dammed and patched up before
and i've turned out fine
its only a matter of time
before i become the same
with a few more patches
in the sea of my body
who knew 3 words could feel the way someone holding you does:
we'll be ok
-M
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